The dog food has been brought up at least twice since that day, once by Daddy, once by Bubba. Seems that neither of them has learned.

This morning…Jay: Bubba, what do you want for breakfast?
Bubba: (Some inaudible whisper.)
Jay: What Bubba? What do you want for breakfast?
Bubba: (Same inaudible whisper.)
Jay: Bubba, I can’t hear you. Tell Daddy what you want.
Bubba: (This time in a barely audible whisper)….dog food.
Jay: !!!

Jay: Ok, Bubba, how about a dog food bar?
Bubba: Yea!

Something tells me we’ll be eating dog food bars for quite a while in our house.